Supremacy Games

.Back to The Present...

'King Valthor, please tell the alliance's chiefs to prepare their armies for the counter-attack.' Felix requested.

Although King Valthor said nothing in response, Felix knew that he had accepted his request begrudgingly.

"It's finally happening." Chief Drogath commentated as he appeared next to Felix. A look of distress could be seen in his eyes like he wasn't certain about the future.

"It will be fine, chief." Felix comforted him with a serious tone, "I will never let anything bad happen to the Mire Marauders tribe."

As Felix expected in the past weeks, Chief Drogath wasn't pleased with his plan but he still accepted it, understanding that it was their best way to save their tribe.

"Good luck."

"Let's go fatty."

Without delay, Bodidi opened a portal and jumped inside of it first. Just as Felix wanted to tag along, Selphie caught his arm and asked with a worried tone, "Are you sure you don't need my help there?"

Felix patted her hand to comfort her and replied with a faint smile, "I will be fine. You on the hand need to be careful as they will come at you nonstop."

"The same applies to you." Felix added as he flicked Olivia's forehead...Then, he entered the portal not waiting for their replies, knowing that time was out of the essence.

When Felix opened his eyes on the other side, he found himself above a towering sand dune that was overlooking a magnificent golden desert.

It was a never-ending stretch of golden sand and granite outcrops that shimmered in the relentless light...Heat waves swayed above the sand dunes, turning the horizon into a murky illusion.

There was a little aroma of dust and burning sagebrush in the heavy, dry air.

There was nothing but sand and sky as far as the eye could see, sometimes interrupted by a wind-sculpted tree or clump of cactus.

The only sound was the occasional gentle ruffle of sand as a lizard or scorpion scurried across the ground, otherwise, there was complete quiet.

Nonetheless, while being desolate, the desert had a weird, eerie beauty; a sense of enigmatic antiquity that gnawed at the spirit.

"Let's go." Felix opened a dimensional mirror that was connected to the Desert Wind Clan's frontlines and stepped inside.

Unlike the Mire Marauders' chaotic frontlines, there wasn't an ounce of noise near the territorial line...It was for a good reason.

"As expected, they went into a completely defensive mode." Felix commentated as he watched the Scorchlanders hiding behind their lava and magma barriers across the territorial line.

them as they seem to be building their numbers near the territorial

the food

he still in the

"Quickly! Inform the lord!"

to care about being found out as he merely walked toward a gigantic humanoid man made out

was Chief Xandor of the Desert Wind Clan and the holder

to see again,

with him as they had met multiple times during the alliance's meetings in the past weeks...His relationship might not be in a friendly state yet, but it was higher than neutral as Felix made sure to always

Chief Xandor nodded and then asked, "How is the situation in the

good, they will be engaged on

have to rush our

"Agreed."

turned to look at Bodidi with similar stoic expressions, making

"I will start now!"

swiftly teleported to the eastern side of the territorial line...Then, he opened a

repeated the same process across the territorial line, opening a dozen

"What are those?"

it me or do they resemble

Wind Clan's chief gave permission, there is no way Elder Strauvis

what the hell is going

by the sight of those gray-illuminating portals...Every one of them had a very bad feeling about this. Yet, they just couldn't fathom what

appointed commander was about to contact Lord Heatiaz about this bizarre development, the words ended up stuck in his throat at one of the most horrific sights

Rumble! Rumble!

heavy flood

turned wet and hardened while the lava sea cooled down and released white fog around

Whoosh!! Whoosh!!

react, their

air carried by a surge of milky white snow and icy fragments! When they landed on the lava sea, the

as the remaining portals began terraforming the environment around the territorial line

were similar environments and some were different. The only thing that mattered was that the lava sea

to

merely the first part of

Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh!

the portals, thousands of raging Elementals surged from each portal, causing

from the Underground Dwellers Tribe, Snow/Ice Elementals from the Mortha

the scorchlanders and in conflict with them, causing them to join Mire

surging from the portals, the territorial line had become a hot pot of

of nature coming together